Maybe it was a good thing I didn't run the Boston Marathon this morning like I was supposed to. With temperatures peaking at 87 degrees, it was a chaotic and somewhat miserable day for many runners.
Oh who am I kidding? A nor'easter, tornado, category 5 hurricane, blizzard, plague of locusts, a gunman on the grassy knoll or a horde of Justin Bieber clones wouldn't have stopped me from running it if I had actually gotten in.
Someday, my time will come.